Located on the far west side of the city was the abandoned nuclear power plant. Led by Dirtbag; Agent 9, Zircon, and Sheila made their way towards it. Truth be told, Dirtbag wasn't someone who did a lot of talking due to his shy nature. However, in times like these, he more than realized the time to be mute had to be put on hold and step up. He looked up at the power with a hardened look of resolve, before turning to the others.

"According to one of Big Nasty's boys, the rhynocs and gnorcs have managed to get the power plant up and running again. Thanks to a couple of toxic generators, they've been producing toxic based weapons which I'm sure the others are dealing with right now as we speak," said Dirtbag.

Zircon gasped and placed a hand over his mouth. "Toxic weapons?! How unsanitary!" he said.

"Not to mention poisonous," said Sheila.

"Yep. But if we can destroy the generators, it'll cut off their weapons supply," said Dirtbag.

"So we're blowing stuff up?! Sounds good to me! Let's do it!" Agent 9 exclaimed.

Dirtbag fired a missile towards the door, blowing it up, and the group headed inside.

The interior was that of a disheveled wreck. Debris covered the floors overlooked by rusty metal balconies and broken windows. The sounds of the machinery echoed throughout the walls with an eerie rumbling that made Zircon shiver.

"Easy, mate," Sheila said, placing a hand on Zircon's shoulder.

"This is no time to get cold feet," Dirtbag said, getting off his motorcycle.

"Easy for a reptile to say," said Zircon.

In addition to the noises, Zircon also didn't care for the unkempt interior. Despite this, he was prepared to do what he must for the mission as Dirtbag huddled them together.

"OK, listen up. There are two toxic generators. Zircon; you and Sheila take one and me and Agent 9 will take the other," said Dirtbag.

"Got it! Let's go, Zirc,"Sheila said, motioning to Zirc.

"We'll meet back here!" said Dirtbag.

Sheila and Zircon nodded before heading off. The two went in the right direction while Dirtbag and Agent 9 went to the left.

Making their way up a set of stairs, Dirtbag and Agent 9 were high up above the floor of the power plant. As they passed the dark pipes, they could smell the toxic fumes emanating from them as the slime slowly dripped down as if the pipes were bleeding. The pipes twisted and mingled with each other, almost like a sort of maze or a mangled spider's web that one could easily get trapped or lost in.

This however didn't intimidate the fidgeting Agent 9. "Oh Rhynocs...Gnorc-ys...come out and get blasted..." he whispered in a melodic tone.

"Remember, Agent 9, we have to destroy that generator," Dirtbag said.

"I know, I know, but it doesn't hurt blast some uglies along way," Agent 9 said with a sinister chuckle.

It didn't take long for Agent 9 to get his wish as immediately, they were ambushed by a group of rhynoc and gnorcs all carrying large blasters.

One of the gnorcs fired a shot of toxic goo towards Agent 9. Quickly using his tail, Dirtbag grabbed him and lunged him out of the way. The two watched as the goo dissolved a hole in the floor. To say they would have to be careful when dealing with these foes was a gross understatement.

The rest of the gnors and rhynoc began firing and the two rapidly dodged, making sure not to get hit by the goo.

Agent 9 jumped off the balcony and onto the pipes and, using his tail, swung to and fro while firing his blaster and avoiding the goo.

Menawhile, Dirtbag dodged a couple of shots from the rhynocs and gnorcs, then pounced on a rhynoc. A gnorc tried to get him from behind, only to be grabbed by his tail and flung off the balcony. Dirtbag then used his tail and took out a gnorc and rhynoc before noticing a set of stairs going further up.

Agent 9 blasted away a number of gnorcs and rhynocs then met with Dirtbag.

"I think one of the generators might be up there," Dirtbag said, pointing upward.

"Well what are we waiting for?! Let's get to it!" exclaimed Agent 9.

Immediately, the two rushed up the first few sets of stairs, only to be met by more rhynocs and gnorcs, but this didn't stop them. Agent 9 blasted them away, while Dirtbag used his power and tail. They continued this, going further and further up until they reached the top where more gnorcs and rhynoc awaited them. Luckily, they were able to deal with them.

Up ahead, Agent 9 spotted what looked to be the generator, a tall, oval shaped structure. At both side were clear, circular pods containing dragonflies. "There it is! Now all we gotta do is blast that thing, free the dragonflies, and we are golden, baby!" he exclaimed before rushing over to the generator.

As he approached, a giant hulking gnorc popped out of the floor. With his large teeth and drooling mouth, he carried a large toxic pack with twin blasters.

"I'm gonna melt you losers!" he shouted in a gravelly voice, pointing his guns at the two.

"Of course, it's never easy...just the way I like it! HAHA!" exclaimed Agent 9.

The gnorc rapidly fired a barrage of toxic goo which the two just barely dodged. Dirtbag attempted a pounce, but the gnorc swatted him away. Not helping was the fact that Agent 9's blasters were doing very little damage. The gnorc fired a blast at Dirtbag, but he dodged and pounced on him.

"Fire at his pack!" Dirtbag ordered.

Unfortunately, Agent 9 couldn't get a clear shot as the gnorc was flailing around until he forced Dirtbag off of him.

The gnorc then fired a shot up in the air which caused multiple drops of goo to fall like rain. Dirtbag and Agent 9 barely dodged all of them. When Agent 9 dodged one, he dropped his blaster and the goo fell on it, dissolving it.

"That gnorc nuked my blaster!" Agent 9 exclaimed.

The gnorc then grabbed Agent 9 and tossed him hard against the wall. The gnorc then fired a shot of goo, but luckily, Dirtbag was able to grab Agent 9 at the last second.

"We'll have to do this the old fashioned way," said Dirtbag.

Agent 9 raised an eyebrow, curious as to what the 'old fashioned way' was until Dirtbag began whispering in his ear.

"You sure?" Agent 9 asked.

"I'm sure," Dirtbag answered.

"Positive?" Agent 9 asked, to which he received a glare from Dirtbag. "OK, got it."

The two went on sides of the gnorc who stood stoic, growling through his drooling mouth. "Bring it on, runts!" he shouted before firing again.

Dirtbag and Agent 9 dodged and the monkey began scurrying around on all fours, then jumped on top of the gnorc's head and scratched him.

"Come on, ya nut-faced gnorc!" Agent 9 taunted, shaking his butt in the gnorc's face.

"I'll show you, Banana Breath!" growled the gnorc.

The monster attempted to squash Agent 9 beneath his feet, but Agent 9 kept evading him.

With the gnorc distracted, Dirtbag was able to sneak by, towards the generator. He wrapped his tail around it and tugged on it with all his strength.

Just then, the gnorc noticed and fired a shot, causing Dirtbag to release his tail and dodge out of the way. He went for another shot, but Agent 9 stopped him by once again jumping onto his face and relentlessly scratching him while the gnorc tried to pull him off.

"Pick up the pace, Dirtbag!" Agent 9 shouted, stubbornly holding on.

Once again, Dirtbag wrapped his tail around the generator and pulled with extreme force.

Meanwhile, the gnorc tried to punch agent 9 off his face. Though the pain was great, Agent 9 endured and continued to hold on.

Dirtbag pulled further and further as the generator started to come loose until finally, it timbered down, releasing all the dragonflies in the process.

"Mission accomplished!" exclaimed Dirtbag.

With the generator destroyed and the dragonflies freed, Agent 9 let go of the gnorc's face and Dirtbag immediately tripped him with his tail. The two then retreated as far away from the gnorc as possible, instructing the dragonflies to follow them.

"Adios, Gnorc-O!" cried Agent 9 before fleeing.

Getting to his feet, the gnorc roared in rage upon seeing the destroyed generator.

Zircon and Sheila rushed towards the second generator's location.

"According to what Dirtbag told us, the generator should be located in the plant's southwestern most direction," said Zircon.

"Right. And that is..." Sheila pondered.

"That way," Zircon said, pointing to the right.

Sheila followed Zirc in said direction, turning multiple corners, before going up a flight of stairs. They ran across the platform until they spotted the generator in the distance, located across a metal bridge which stood over a large vat of toxic goo.

There didn't appear to be any rhynocs or gnorcs around, so the situation seemed easy. All they had to do was just walk up, destroy the generator, and their mission would be done.

"Well, there is it. What do ya say we demolish the thing and get back to the others?" Sheila proposed.

"Absolutely, Miss Sheila. Though I can't help but feel the situation is a little too easy," said Zircon.

"Hmm, you got a point there, Zirc. Still, it's right there," said Sheila.

"Might I suggest we take cautionary steps?" Zircon suggested.

"Good idea," Sheila said, nodding in agreement.

The two slowly tiptoed across the bridge. Zircon trembled in fear as he looked down at the toxic goo below. He knew just one foul step and either he or Sheila would fall and it was a long way down. But at Sheila's suggestion, he kept his head upward, didn't look down, and kept moving forward.

As the two suspected however, getting to the generator was not so simple as a small army of rhynoc and gnorcs appeared from behind the generator, cackling maniacally.

"Hey, kiddies!" shouted one of the gnorcs. "You know, you both seem a little exhausted. I know just the thing for ya. A nice little swim!"

A rhynoc pulled a large lever and this caused the bridge underneath Sheila and Zircon to open, sending the two falling into into the vat.

"Miss Sheila! Grab onto my back!" Zircon cried.

Once Sheila had a tight grip on him, Zircon grabbed onto the side of the vat with his claws and began sliding down, just barely touching the goo at the bottom.

"Sheesh! That was close," said Sheila.

"Indeed," Zircon said, straining himself.

Using all his strength, he dug his claws further into the vat wall and ascended upward, carrying Sheila's weight along with him. But carrying Sheila was much less of a challenge compared to what was waiting for them.

The gnorcs and rhynocs glared at the two from the top of the vat, two of which were carrying flamethrowers. They pointed their weapons towards the two and fired.

"Fire in the hole!" exclaimed Zircon before dodging the fireballs.

"Fire in the hole?" Sheila asked, dryly.

Zircon chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, that was an attempt at a joke," he said.

"That was hilarious!" Sheila said, bursting into laughter.

"Oh, well, thank you, Miss Sheila," said Zircon, blushing.

Just then, the two noticed the vat below starting to bubble. It hadn't done it before, so suffice to say, they did not have a good feeling about what was happening. A part of the vat where the fireballs landed burst upwards towards the two and Zircon just barely dodged.

"Sheesh! Talk about being caught between a fireball and a pool of toxic waste," said Shiela.

"Haha! That was a good one, Miss Sheila," Zircon chuckled.

"Thanks, mate," Sheila responded, smiling.

The jokes would have to be put on hold as Zirc still had a bit of a climb ahead of him, and with the gnorcs and rhynocs firing at him, it wasn't gonna be easy.

The henchmen relentlessly fired. Carrying Sheila's weight, Zircon was just barely able to dodge not only the fireballs, but the toxic goo as well. The sweat trickled down his fur and he panted rapidly.

"Maybe I should consider cutting back on the rubies," he said to himself.

So as not to lose his stamina, he took deeper breaths with every climb, though the constant dodging was taking a significant toll on him. Though he was reaching the top, each climb he took felt it was a hundred or a thousand miles away. Eventually, he neared the top where the gnorcs and rhynocs awaited him, snarling with malice.

They anticipated he would approached the top and were ready to mound an assault on him and his kangaroo friend. What they weren't expecting however was Sheila's two massive feet popping up from below and knocking two of them out.

"Anybody else wanna play?" Sheila taunted after landing on the platform.

Zircon soon joined her, catching his breath from exhaustion. "I do...just...give me...a...moment..." he said, panting.

But unfortunately, the two didn't have a moment as the other rhynocs and gnorcs went on the attack. She knocked out a rhynoc and a gnorc with a kick. One gnorc came at her from behind, but she tripped him with her tail, then finished him off with a stomp. She then took down a gnorc with a punch to the face before she was grabbed from behind by a rhynoc.

Seeing Sheila in trouble, Zircon's fatigue disappeared and he rolled into a ball and knocked the rhynoc off of her. He then picked up another rhynoc and tossed him to the side.

A large group of rhynocs and gnorcs grouped together and charged forward.

The two backed a few steps before they simultaneously had an epiphany.

Sheila turned to Zircon, smiling. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin?'" she asked him.

"I believe so," Zircon said, smiling back.

As the rhynocs and gnorcs grew closer, Zircon stepped in front of Sheila, once again rolling into a ball. Sheila analyzed the approaching henchmen, stood on her tail and kicked Zircon with sheer force, knocking them down like bowling pins.

"STRIKE!" Sheila exclaimed, triumphantly back flipping.

Zircon attempted to do the same, only to fall flat on his back.

Sheila chuckled, helping Zircon to his feet.

There was but one gnorc remaining who trembled in fear, realizing he was face to face with the two, alone. He slowly backed away until he was right behind the generator. His scared expression then turned to a sinister smile which had the two concerned. From his pocket, he pulled out a remote control and pressed a small red button.

Suddenly, multiple explosions occurred underneath the platform, shattering it. Sheila and Zircon quickly backed out of the way of the blasts. The platform was all but destroyed. Only the support structures were left standing. With it gone, there seemed to be no way for the two to get across. The gnorc stood on the opposite side, relishing in his supposed victory as he laughed and taunted the two.

Zircon sulked his head down in defeat. "I'm sorry, Miss Sheila. I guess our efforts were for naught," he said somberly.

As Sheila scratched her head, trying to figure out a way to get across, she noticed the support structures and an idea came to her head. "We're not out the game yet, mate. This time, it's your turn to take a piggy back ride on me," she said.

She motioned for Zircon to get on her back and he hopped on. He was quite heavy, just as she was to him, but she was still able to carry him over to the edge of the platform.

He wasn't quite sure what she was planning, but he trusted her judgment.

"Hang on," Sheila advised.

Zircon wrapped his arms firmly around Sheila's neck before she hopped to the nearest support structure, maintaining her balance. Holding on even tighter, Zircon trembled in fear before she hopped to the next one, all the while doing his best not to look down.

Being a mole, he was used to digging in the ground, not being so high above it.

However, Sheila reassured him that they would be fine and Zircon decided to keep his eyes closed the rest of the way.

Meanwhile, the gnorc watched on with slight concern. Though Sheila was a kangaroo, there was no way she could even hope to make all the way across to the other side. But to his chagrin, she managed to hop across the remaining three structures until she and Zircon stood face to face with him. With no other options, all he could do was smile nervously.

Sheila smiled back, though hers was more of the sly variety as she swiftly kicked the gnorc into the generator, knocking him out, destroying the generator, and freeing the dragonflies.

"Good work, Miss Sheila!" Zircon exclaimed.

Sheila offered Zircon a celebratory high five, which Zircon was unsure of how to do.

"We just slap each other's hands," Sheila said, showing him by clapping her hands together.

Seeing this, Zircon proceeded to high five Sheila, feeling rather exhilarated by the experience.

Sheila gestured her thumb to the dragonflies. "Well, that's taken care of. What do ya say we get these little buggers outta here?" she suggested.

Zircon nodded in agreement before Sheila herded the freed dragonflies with him following close behind.

With both of their missions complete, the four met back near the entrance.

Having been trapped for an exceptional amount of time, the dragonflies were a bit excitable, flying all over the place. Luckily, Sheila managed to keep them in check as she stomped her foot and ordered them to stay still.

"Now behave, ya little buggers! Or no butterflies for you!" she said sternly.

"You're quite good at handling the little things, Miss Sheila," Zircon said, impressed.

Having grown up in her home in the alps, Sheila was adept at dealing with young lings or at the very least, those that acted like young lings such as her billy goat friends.

"Experience, mate; experience," Sheila said brushing her chest off with confidence.

Just then, she notice Agent 9 with his head slumped down in sadness, as if he had just lost a dear friend. She tried to ask him, but he didn't respond.

"We fought a gnorc and he toasted Agent 9's blaster," said Dirtbag.

"Your blaster?! Oh, mate, that's rough," said Sheila.

Agent 9 fell to his knees. "WHY MUST THE GOOD DIE YOUNG?!" he shouted to the sky.

Dirtbag sighed. "While Agent 9 pulls himself together, let's take the dragonflies back to Big Nasty's place. Sheila, watch them and make sure they don't cause any trouble," he instructed.

"You got it, mate," said Sheila.

"Will you need any help, Miss Sheila?," said Zircon.

"Thanks, but I can take of myself when it comes to these buggers," Sheila said reassuringly before she herded the dragonflies into Dirtbag's vehicle.

Picking up the still distraught Agent 9, Zircon hopped in alongside them and the group departed the power plant, hoping the others were equally as successful.